Hell Poems
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Continue readingthe river sticks
by Grace McDonough
Eternal nothing would be a gift
Why do i spend this time fearing it
It could be a welcomed feeling
I’d let it in
And brush its cheek
Let it enter me--
Bear it.
The river will guide me down
To the hell
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do you remember(as a child)
by Rumi Ullidov
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
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Counterpoints
by Igor Vykhovanets
Counterpoints
Souls — just meat.
Mind — decayed.
Darkness speaks —
And fools obeyed.
Flesh in heaps,
And lies like rain.
Truth is gone —
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I am hell
by Bogdan Dragos
he could count the major events
in his life on a
mangled hand's fingers
But this was one of them. The day she took him
to church.
So that's what girlfriends are for.
But he didn't like the church
didn't like the songs
didn't like the preacher and the preaching
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Of Greed and Betrayal
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Punishing Sword and the Red Banner
The punishing sword, without red flags to wave,
No chants of young zealots, no slogans to save,
No fiery madness, no cult to ignite —
Alone, it’s a blade with no reason to fight.
Brute force alone won’t make devils the kings —
But wash out the brains of the dull and the weak,
And soon they'll be wielding their own brutal things,
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3434
by aaa bcc3434
Continue readingCounterpoints
by Igor Vykhovanets
Counterpoints
Souls — just meat.
Mind — decayed.
Darkness speaks —
And fools obeyed.
Flesh in heaps,
And lies like rain.
Truth is gone —
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Train to Hell
by Igor Vykhovanets
Train to Hell
With Dante at the ticket stand,
The train to Hell is nearly boarding.
The Ninth Circle — high demand,
A traitor grabs his seat, self-lording.
The station roars: its name is "Home",
The crowd is tense, the timing brittle.
Departures roll in clouds of chrome,
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The ShitIceberg
by Igor Vykhovanets
Politics — the iceberg's tip:
Beneath, the beasts in shadows slip.
Let's delve into this vile abyss,
If your mind's not lost in the mist.
Three-quarters sick, mere human scraps,
Once people, now in mental traps.
Poisoned by the filth they fed,
Described herein — absorb what's said.
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